This week is going to be a wild rollercoaster for everyone who has to deal with me on a daily basis.
This week I spent a lot of time scrolling around on Twitter so I could keep my pulse on America. Alright, I’m lying.
This week has been spent in preparation of my nieces’ invasion of my home. Lola is excited, I am excited, my little nieces are excited…
This weekend Hubster, Lola, and I hosted our first barbecue of the season for our friends. It rained. It rained a lot. Needless to say, Hubster stood in the rain wielding a spatula and I cheered him on from the window while chatting with friends.
The warm weather is coming!
The statement above was not shouted with joyous relief that winter has finally released its hold on our lives. Instead, I am crying and rocking slowly back and forth while I remind myself that this too shall pass.
Friends and family posting food photos, pictures of pets, a few political rants, maybe even a video of a panda sliding down a bamboo shoot. I’d like to pay you all back in kind, but it just never seems to work out that way.
I partied hard this week, which was a wild departure from my normal couch potato lifestyle. I had to leave my house three days in a row and I can tell you that it was as weird for me as it was for those who had to interact with me.
Well, it’s another week and of course we have another installment of all the things that have gone on in social media land. My brain has been up to shenanigans again and I don’t want to be alone with the crazy, so I’ll unleash it upon all of you.
Last week I finally achieved my dream of publishing my first book. Unfortunately, no one warned me about a serious condition that some writers develop once they get that first book finished.
Have you ever woken up on a Monday and felt you spent the previous week babbling on social media about things that were better left unsaid?